He snorted. “Already thought of that, you bastards,” he said out loud. All he’d lost was the day’s walking around money. His real wallet was in the safe in his room.
But he needed to get into the room.
He spun on his heel and went into the bar. It was nearly empty. Huey was reading a magazine, and he looked up in alarm as Hal hoisted himself onto a stool and almost fell over backwards before catching himself on the bar rail. Without being asked, Huey brought a glass of water, which Hal picked up and drank from greedily.
“Everything all right, Mr. Corwin?”
“Perfectly.” Hal knew he was overenunciating. He wiped the back of his hand across his mouth. “I’ve lost my room key. Lost my whole wallet. I think I was robbed, Huey.”
Huey shook his head. “It happens, sir. Would you like me to call
